It's ticking
Tick-tick, tick-tick
They are closing in
And I have to leave
Or stay here forever
The carpet is still clean
The flowers are alive
The journey ends/starts
Here. And where is the peace
I was promised in that
Pack of twenty four?
My mind is turning
Into an enemy, devious.
Stop that ticking, please
I will leave, I promise.
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